*Estelle*

I was running through a cold river. My paws were numb, but I kept moving. Time was running out. I could feel that he was right behind me. If I didn’t find a safe place soon it would be too late. The smell of burning wood made it impossible to track his scent. There was no way to know if I’d lost him without stopping and checking behind me. I couldn’t risk it. I had to press on.

My lungs were burning from the effort. I must have been running for ...